A/N: Hello again. So I decided to start over on this one to make it suck a little less. I changed the story slightly but overall it's the same thing; the only thing that really changed was the beginning. The way this story is going to work; it's going to be broken up into three parts or seasons. Funny thing is, I actually planned this story out, from beginning to end and took it a bit more seriously. Please note, I am not a professional writer but of course, I do my best. For those of you, who have read my previous one, please know that I deleted that story because I was unsatisfied with it and it had nothing to do with followers or reviews. (In case any of you were making that assumption)

Summary: Freja is a sixteen year old demon girl whose mother sealed her away into a house and abandoned her. This first part is about her trials and tribulations as she becomes a princess of hell and seeks revenge on her mother for imprisoning her. She'll make friends, get closer to her family, and make one hell of an enemy. Take a look.

It sickened me how much I looked like her. My mother I mean.

The same jet black hair, same icy blue eyes, even the style of our damned tails was the same.

I don't know why I always stared at my mother's picture whenever I trained. For motivation I guess. Killing her was my whole purpose for training after all. Of course, my mother just had to be the most skilled swords demon in all of Gehenna.

So I trained every day, almost to the point of exhaustion. That day in particular was no different than any others in that damned house. I was cooped up in my bedroom aka my prison cell, with the same black tank top and blue jeans I always wore whenever I trained.

On that day, I decided to work on my martial arts rather than my swordsmanship; my main reason being that the sword I usually used was starting to deteriorate and it's not like I had any powers to practice with either.

I glared at my mother's picture that was on top of my dresser with a deep scowl.

"I'll get out of here one way or another old woman" I thought to myself. "And when I find your sorry ass, you'll pay for what you did"

"Freja?" Clair said from my bed. "Dontcha want to take a break?"

She was always asking that. Kids are funny that way; they never stop asking the same question no matter how many times you give them the same answer. At times like that, I almost wish I'd let those ghouls eat her. But then again, when all you've got is coal tar for company, you can't be too picky.

"No" I said simply without looking at her and continuing my round houses. I heard a low yet audible sigh and glanced at her for a split second. She was wearing that same worried look she always gave me whenever I trained.

She's certainly isn't like any demon I've ever heard of. I remember when we first met, she told me she was something called a witch. As you can probably imagine, being trapped in your house gives you a lot of time to read, but I'd never heard of any demon called that or about any town called "Assiah" where she claims to be from.

But regardless, a contract was a contract. As long as she kept me company, I'd protect her and take her back home when I was able. It was a selfish promise really, but it wasn't an empty one. I planned on doing just that the second I was able to leave.

"Freja?" Clair said again to my irritation. I ceased my kicking and turned to her.

"What?"

"Did you hear that?" her voice was shaky and she ran over to me. She was always a scardy cat sith. I remember she screamed bloody murder when a coal tar landed on her nose.

"Hear what?" My ear twitched slightly as they picked up a clanging sound that seemed to be coming from downstairs. It almost sounded like a dish being thrown against a wall.

She clutched my shirt and looked up at me. I rolled my eyes and started towards the door.

"It's probably nothing" I sighed and reassured her. She yanked on my shirt and looked at me with pleading eyes.

I sighed again and said, "If you're so scared, turn into a mouse or something. That way, you won't be seen"

She looked at me thoughtfully for a second, before disappearing into a cloud of yellowish smoke that matched her eyes. In her place was a black mouse with a miniature version of the navy blue pointed hat she always wore.

I cupped her in my hand and placed her on my left shoulder.

The house was pretty small so it didn't take long to reach the kitchen. I could feel Clair's small body begin to shake a little as I slowly turned the knob. I wondered briefly if Clair could also hear the "Jaws" music playing in the background.

"I swear to Satan, if that Hobgoblin got in aga-"

Seven colorful heads turned to me in perfect sync and stared. I stepped back a little when I saw them and blinked in confusion. I looked from left to right.

In the far left corner was a rather brawny red head that looked like he had just woken up. He had his arms crossed and an annoyed expression on his face. Next to him was a slightly shorter guy with short blue hair sitting on top of the counter, swinging his legs. He was one of the few who wasn't looking at me; instead looking up at something on the ceiling. I doubted if he even knew I was in the room.

Next to him was a snow white haired man dressed in a grayish yukata with his arms in his sleeves. He was smiling one of those warm smiles or at least as warm as a demon can get. Next to snow white was a semi formally dressed grinning man, sitting down at the table. He had on a lavender colored buttoned up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I didn't see what else he was wearing since my head instantly looked up at the large curl extruding from the top of his head. I raised an eyebrow at it but didn't say anything.

Next to curly cue was a rather tall indigo haired man with large curled horns on the sides of his head. I noted how odd that was; usually horns only appear in ones secondary form. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were closed in either annoyance or concentration; I didn't know.

Next to him was a sketchy looking guy with dark gray hair that covered the left side of his face. He had a deep scowl on his face and glared at me in what seemed like anger. You'd think I'd be the angry one, considering he broke into my house.

Last was a weirdly dressed guy with a suspicious green spike coming from his head. His expression was pretty unsettling; the only way I could really describe it was bored. None of them looked any older than me, maybe even younger.

They were a flamboyant bunch; I'll give them that.

I wrapped my tail around my torso under my shirt and focused my attention on Curly cue who seemed to be the leader. I don't know what made me think that; maybe because he was the only one sitting down.

Seven men, two women; I don't like where this is going.

Neither of us said anything for a while and I crossed my arms. I was getting annoyed and I probably would've said something if he hadn't started first.

"Ah so glad you could join us imouto. Please, have a seat" he gestured to the chair in front of him and grinned wider. As you can probably imagine, I wasn't really keen on sitting down and having a chat with seven men who broke into my house. But from the look in his eyes, I had a feeling it wasn't a request.

I felt Clair shiver a little as I sat down and leaned my head on my palm. I made the straightest face I could and waited for him to say something.

"Now, how should I explain this?" he said thoughtfully and stroked his goatee that I had just noticed.

I didn't know the concept of robbing somebody was so hard to explain.

He intertwined his fingers in his lap and looked at me.

"Well, the first thing you should know is that you're not who you think you are"

I'll admit that statement did catch me off guard. I expected more of a "Give us your money and no one gets hurt" Not to say that I had any money to speak off.

In any other case, I would have stopped him right there, but I was curious as to what he was getting at. So I played along.

"Is that right?" I said with a bit more sarcasm than I intended. "Then pray tell, do tell me who I am"

I could've sworn I saw his curl twitch slightly but he continued anyways.

"You dear sister, are none other than the one and only daughter of the God of Gehenna, Lord Satan himself!" He said it with more enthusiasm as if I had just won a new car and even waved his arms in a goofy fashion.

I think I actually took him seriously for a second before I narrowed my eyes. I stared at him blankly for who knows how long with a more than irritated look on my face.

"If that's some kind of sick ass joke, it ain't funny" I said, my eye twitching slightly. "Just tell me what you're here for"

He chuckled slightly and continued.

"We have come too…" He paused for a second, as if searching for the correct word. "Collect you in a sense. You will depart with us to the esteemed capitol, where you will be trained to become a princess of hell!"

I didn't know how long they planned to keep this charade up but I decided it would be best to keep playing along. I was way out numbered and I doubted I could defeat seven men by myself. I arched my eyebrow slightly and sighed through my nose.

"And who are you supposed to be, his pick up crew?" I noted briefly that I really had to work on being sarcastic with dangerous men who break into my house. It wasn't even a snarky kind of sarcastic; I almost sounded bored.

His eyes flashed dangerously for an instant before responding.

"We are your fellow children of Satan or in simple terms, your siblings~" He winked when he said siblings and I could've sworn a saw a small star appear beside his head.

I looked around at all of them again and arched an eyebrow. Sibling, indeed, was quite a stretch. None of us looked like each other in the slightest. Hell, no one even had the same hair color. All we needed was a blonde guy and we'd have the whole friken' rainbow.

What surprised me the most was I was actually starting to believe him a little. There was a ninety percent chance that this was all some kind of elaborate trap, but there was a small chance they were telling the truth. It would make sense. I never knew who my father was and I never bothered to ask my mother when she was around. Now that I think about it, I don't think she ever even mentioned me having a dad. And that would be a plausible reason for her abandoning me and sealing me in here. She must've thought I was too dangerous, so she locked me away.

However I still wasn't convinced. There was just simply no way; it just made a little too much sense. I didn't know what kind of sick kick they got out of playing tricks on me, and at the moment, I didn't give a damn. But then a thought hit me.

"And what if I say no?" I said with a cocky grin. I don't know why I was grinning; it wasn't exactly a smart question.

He chuckled again. "The choice is yours of course, however-"

His eyes flashed dangerously again. "If you are to refuse, we will have no choice but to kill you. We can't have a child of Satan running around now can we~"

My face fell and my grin disappeared. I felt Clair shudder and she buried herself further into my hair.

"That's coercion" I said with an edge in my voice. He grinned wider.

"Call it what you will, imouto. What is your decision?"

I did reconsider. Call it my stubbornness but I still wasn't convinced. I guess it was what people call denial. The problem still remained that if I didn't comply, things would get messy. I knew they couldn't kill me; my heart wasn't even in my body and I sure as hell didn't know where it was. But torture was the next best thing. I still didn't know whether they had noticed Clair either and they could probably kill her off easily.

Despite all these thoughts, my mind was made up. There was no way in Gehenna that I would go with a bunch of male lying freaks. Not to say I would go with female lying freaks. At the time, I didn't know whether it was the right decision, but all I knew was that my patience was wearing thin.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd cut the crap already" I said rather irritably. "I don't care who you guys claim to be, I want nothing to do with you. Get los-"

"How dare you woman! You treat Aniue with respect!" I turned to see it was the man with the gray hair who had yelled at me from across the room. Damn did he look mad.

I turned my head slightly to face him, not at all fazed by his outburst.

"If you think I'd show respect to a bunch of freaks who broke into my house, you're an idiot"

Oh that did it.

He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and made to punch me. I bolted from my chair and got into a fighting stance.

"I guess I'm gonna have to fight my way outta this after all" I thought to myself. I made to block the punch but the blow never came.

"Lucifer" I turned to see snow white with a disappointed look on his face.

"Please don't be so rough with our sister"

"But-"

"Lucifer" I turned back around and saw that horn head had opened his eyes and was giving, I think they called him Lucifer, an impatient look. He had a really deep voice for a teenager.

He looked at me for another second and put his fist down in defeat. He walked back over to the wall and crossed his arms. I think he might've mumbled something on his way back but I didn't quite catch it. Horn head closed his eyes again and made the same concentrated expression.

I got out of my fighting position but I didn't sit back down. I had had enough of this crap. I turned back to Curly cue and gritted my teeth behind my lips.

"Whatever kind of messed up cult you're trying to get me into, I'm not interested. If you wanted to tell stories, you shoulda went to a pre-school. Try and kill me if you can"

I started my way over to the door and probably would've shut the door on them if Curly cue hadn't said anything.

"Hm. Instead of resorting to violence, how about a deal?"

I froze in the door way.

"A deal huh?" I thought to myself. "I wonder…"

"A …deal?" I almost whispered without turning around. I could almost feel him smirking behind me.

"The barrier. I can break it"

That's where he really got my attention. Of course, I considered the possibility of a bluff. That could've been just a way to get me to go with them so they could do Satan knows what to me. But my curiosity got the best of me and I turned around and sat back down.

"I'm listening"

"It's quite simple really" he said, smirking wider. He turned his right hand so his palm was facing up and a paper that was rolled at its two ends hovered above it.

"You agree to come with us to the Capitol and I will break the barrier keeping you here"

I sighed again through my nose and hunched my back until my elbows were touching my knees. I intertwined my fingers together in front of my face. In my peripheral vision, I could tell those who weren't previously looking at me, were now giving me their full attention. Even horn head had opened his eyes to stare at me. I closed my eyes to think.

So it was either rot in this house for the rest of my life or finally leave and become a princess of hell. It seemed like a simple choice. But then again, there was still the high chance this was all a façade.

I opened my eyes again and stared at the contract.

"No soul?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No soul"

I closed my eyes again. I supposed they wouldn't go through all this trouble just to play a prank on me. And it's not like this whole Satan's daughter thing was entirely impossible. And if I could get out of here, I could finally get my revenge on my mother, and I could also get Clair back home.

The pros heavily outweighed the cons and at that moment I made my decision.

"Fine" I said and opened my eyes.

I heard Clair gasp as loud as a mouse could next to my ear and heard a long line of protests. I ignored her though. I was more interested in the look on curly cue's face. He was still grinning but his eyes were wide in a shocked kind of way. Everyone else's eyes were wide too; all except for green head's. Perhaps they thought I was Luke Skywalker, and expected me to yell 'nooooo' at the ceiling.

I ignored them however and took the contract into my hand. It was relatively short and sweet so I read over it a few times to make sure there were no bothersome loop holes. I heard Lucifer scoff.

"You're actually reading it?" he said in a snarky tone.

I raised an eyebrow, more so at the paper rather than at him.

"You're a moron if you think I'm gonna sign something I didn't read" I retorted.

"Didn't you hear us? If you don't sign, we'll kill you"

I looked up at him this time with a serious look.

"There are things much worse than death you know" Damn, didn't I know it. I quirked an eyebrow at him and continued reading.

I heard him growl slightly but he said nothing more. The contract seemed to be clean and I pricked my finger with my teeth.

"Freja, are you crazy! You…You just can't!"

I sighed again and finished smearing my blood on my signature.

She was right. I was taking a huge risk by even signing this contract with a bunch of freaks that broke into my house. I guess the slightest chance of finally being free of that place excited me the most. In a way, I was partly curious. I didn't know whether I could believe them or not, but I supposed I would soon find out.

"It's a lot better than staying in this Satan forsaken house for the rest of our lives, dontcha think? Besides, I don't see anyone else offering to get us outta here" I said. I looked to my shoulder but she still didn't look convinced.

"Think about it. If I can get out of here, I can get my revenge, and I can get you back home. If anything, if this does end up being a trap, I'll just kick their asses and we can go out on our own"

I said that 'kick their asses' part way too confidently. I knew I couldn't defeat seven men; especially without my sword. However, knowing me, I probably would've tried anyways. She didn't say anything more but I think I heard a low "Ok". I must've looked pretty silly talking to a mouse on my shoulder but no one seemed to really take notice.

Curly cue grinned wider and took the contract from me to look it over. He nodded and the paper disappeared.

"Fabulous!" curly cue said and stood up enthusiastically. The guy with the short blue hair of who I had not given a nickname too got off the counter and red head stopped leaning on the wall. Curly cue took the lead with the rest of us following closely behind.

"Now then, the carriage is waiting. Once inside, we will all get to know each other a little better~"

I felt Clair tug on my hair and I glanced at her.

"Freja, are you sure about this?" she said nervously. I looked past everyone else and toward the house one last time. I nodded.

"Damn right I am"

I spotted the carriage in the distance and grinned slightly, just standing there in the door way. I guess these guys were telling the truth. No regular demon could ever afford a carriage. However, there was still the chance they were all just a bunch of perverted rich nobles. Somehow though, I found myself believing them a little more.

Daughter of Satan, huh? I guessed it had a nice ring to it.

In my peripheral vision, I could see red head walking or rather stomping behind me like he had a stick up his ass. Snow white was smiling warmly again and green head, well his face hadn't changed at all. I don't think he even blinked the whole time. Lucifer was glaring holes into the back of my head with a burning passion that was starting to get on my nerves.

Oh Satan, what the living hell have I agreed too?

A/N: And that's the redo. Hope you liked. Please tell me if you love it and will bring a thousand deaths upon me if I don't continue, or tell me you hate it and you want me to burn in Gehenna for creating such a monstrosity. Constructive criticism is very much welcomed also. See ya next chapter!